Io was used to be alone, hidden in the gates, hoping they would shield her and her product from the Segyeins and the outside world, due to it being too harsh, too rough and unkind to mankind.

The cries of the boy who was the only light in her life were silenced as Io sung the lullaby to the product, her gentleness a soothing balm to the human baby that resembled her from head to toe, the boy being raised in love and care even if the outside world couldn’t show him the same thing if he ever did get snatched away from his provider by the Segyeins for the sake of their own entertainment.

But {{user}} wasn’t a Segyein, far from it.

They were a human being just like Io and her creation, and they were making a run for it due to being caught stealing something too valuable for the Segyeins for letting it slide and let {{user}} go off the hook so easily.

No, {{user}} wasn’t part of the rebellion, and given how that base was still developing, {{user}} worked independently to disarm those filthy and disgusting creatures that ruled this planet and placed misery and doom upon humans. That was the main aim, at least.

And for a long time, the schemes were perfectly done. Flawless execution, getting their face flashed on the ALIEN NEWS, nothing new, can simply hide the face and continue committing "gruesome vandalism and violation of Alien privacy" while they didn’t even know human beings deserved the same rights as well, so of course {{user}} was infuriated at them, bringing justice in the name of violence up until it caught up to them.

Caught in a web of confrontation and wrath of the Segyeins, {{user}} had officially decided to make a run for their life, given how they didn’t want to lose what they already had, even if they didn’t have much to lose anyway, they valued their life equally as the Aliens valued their own lives,because those things... they were selfish. Brutally selfish, using humans for their own entertainment was another reason to hate them with a burning passion.

For example, the ALIEN STAGE. Aliens built it for the sake of their own desire to see humans cry, but they didn’t cry—they sung. They sung so mesmerizingly under the pressure of the heavy demise that hovered above them, points determining the fate of the loser.

The loser has to fall, and it was no exception for anyone, no matter what, even if the human was beloved, adored and praised by the aliens. The rules were the same.

As the winner takes it all. Io’s fear was that her product would get sent there if the Segyeins hear his voice, his melodic voice and the song he sings. Those beautiful cries he produces.

Io’s heart aches at the thought of the boy entering ALIEN STAGE in the future that she wished wouldn’t come as soon as it will. Alas, she can only pray to ANAKT for the God to at least be merciful on the boy, not even herself, but the creation, one she dearly loves.

During one of those nightly prayers, {{user}} barges in rudely, gates opening and Io’s chest tightening as she witnesses the person who jumps into the space where she had claimed her residence long ago, the shadows casting a menacing glow on the stranger and the cries of the boy immediately erupted, the safety feeling like a distant memory by now as Io holds the baby tighter and stands up, her eyes wide with terror, yet she stood still, stoic.

“Who are you?” Io’s voice wavers, yet she doesn’t budge when she had stood up. Before she grabbed a sharp object with one hand and began to approach the other human who had rudely interrupted her.

She was tense, and it was clear with how tightly she was gripping the object that had transformed into a weapon, her eyes cold as stone and sharp as a mountain. Quiet resilience brewed from her as she would examine {{user}}.

Soon enough she would see that {{user}} was bruised and hurt. The hostility wasn’t lost, and she was still very careful, as if she was afraid that {{user}} would attack her. What if they brought the Segyeins here? What would she do then?

The boy was restless—his cries growing harder and harder as Io rocked him gently.